Prologue

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Disclaimer: I dont own Percy Jackson, Rick Riordon does. I do own Raidne though. this is the prolougue it shall be short.

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“Let us name her Yue” Said a voice in the mist. A familiar voice. “The best of both worlds. The Moon. Controlling the water is a great star.”

“It is a beautiful name.” Came another voice. My fathers voice. Then came a knocking at the door.

“Neptune, Urania, we have urgent news. The child she will- terrible things will happen when she is around. Her two side will fight. Roman and Greek. She has no side. She will never feel at home. She will be an outcast.” I heard footsteps recede.

“No.” said the woman, Urania.”How can we appease them?”

“We will name her something else. Raidne. Improvement. The Siren. She will improve. She will fit in. I will change her fate.”

No. Gods no. Please no. But, it’s true. I don’t fit in. I never did. But I do have a side. I fight for my family. I fight for my friends.I fight for Leo and Nico and . My best friends. I fight for Will. All of those people. But I betrayed them. I ran away. All of those people flew through my mind. Rachel. Sally. I am not human. Percy. Annabeth. I am not a demigod. Neptune. Jupiter. I am not Roman. Urania. Zeus. I am not greek. I am immortal but I have blood. I am not a god but I live forever. Will. Gods I miss him. Will Solace. My boyfriend. I remembered the day I left. Because of Percy every Saturday we had a dance. I had been dating him for two years. The dance was over and we went to the beach like so many other couples did.

“Will I have to leave.” He smiled at me, even though there were tears in his eyes.

“I know Rai. My dad is the god of prophecy.” He said softly, “I want to go with you.”

“No. You can’t.” I felt hot tears stream down my face and I made no move to wipe them away. “This is your home. I don’t fit in.” In that moment he leaned down and kissed me. It was sweet and soft like his personality. More tears. I pulled away.

“I have to go” I whispered. ”Good-bye” I ran to my hiding place and grabbed my bag. Then I walked into the ocean deeper and deeper. Then nothing.

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